Madam Zhao understood the unsaid words in just a few moments. She steadied her nerves and looked earnestly at Ye Muyu, saying seriously, "Ah Yu, thank you."
"You better go back quickly, lady; Qingqing needs you."
Ye Muyu had never anticipated that Zhao Qingqing would really be framed by someone. If it weren't for her belief that the Lin family was cruel and audaciously bold, she wouldn't have specifically warned them, just in case.
Fortunately, she hadn't entertained any false hopes.
Ye Muyu didn't delay any further and stepped out of the yard, noticing that there weren't many people around, but the Lin residence was in chaos.
"Chun Xing, Su Mei, let's go back," Ye Muyu commanded.
The two maidservants nodded quickly.
By the time they got back to the front courtyard, the lively banquet had only left behind spilled drinks, bowls, and dishes. The cold leftovers acted as a symbol of the Lin residence's decline along with them.